Chapter 39
He'd snuck off on his own earlier without a second thought, and the usual Baek Sion was so playful, always starting pointless arguments—a total lightweight in the best way. But now he was staring down at me with that utterly blank expression, making me suddenly feel the size difference I'd always ignored behind his goofy vibe. What do I do...? Is he actually pissed? And damn it all, right now of all times, that creepy chill was stirring in my lower belly again. Every time our eyes met, my body heated up more, forcing me to turn my head away as much as I could. Our faces were way too close... Not even his hand—he'd pinned me with his elbow in a wall-slam, so his breath ghosted right over my skin. Honestly, since I'd messed up, I couldn't just shove him off, leaving me frozen, internally kicking my heels in panic.
"Hey, Yoo Seol-ah."
"Eek..."
His voice dropped a notch lower than usual. It wasn't trembling with anger like I'd feared, but the distance made it vibrate straight into my ear. I'd always been weak to even a breeze, the kind of girl who melted at a whisper from friends, so I couldn't stifle the little gasp that slipped out. Hoping this not-so-nice guy hadn't noticed my ear sensitivity, I tried to reply in my normal tone.
"W-Why...?"
Of course, effort doesn't always pay off. Anyone could hear the tremor in my voice.
Baek Sion responded to my shaky question with his usual deadpan tone, no expression in sight.
"What the hell kind of magic did you hit me with last night?"
So it was the magic... It was a mind-invasion spell powered by my succubus mana—basically, something to make only me pop into his head. I was drunk then, and succubus mana feels so chaotic, so I wasn't sure if it'd landed perfectly.
"It wasn't anything big... Just makes you keep thinking about me..."
Not technically a lie. To be precise, it planted naughty thoughts about me specifically, but no way was I admitting that. This situation was dangerous enough without digging my own grave.
"That's it? No other effects?"
...Can't you just let it slide? Apparently, the gentlemanly Baek Sion who turns a blind eye doesn't exist. He must've had all sorts of filthy imaginings about me swirling in his head, that's why he's pressing like this. Should I just shift the blame? He probably fantasizes about me plenty on his own anyway—if I insist the spell only makes him think of me and that's why it got pervy, I could pin it on him...
"...That's really it. I'm seriously sorry about last night, but can you just let me go fir—"
Right then, one of his knees slipped between my thighs, pressing up firmly against my core from below.
"Haaahn!?... Hah... What the hell are you—!"
Even over our clothes, I hadn't expected direct pressure there, and my legs buckled instantly. Baek Sion's knee caught me, so I didn't collapse, but glaring at him accusingly was the only rebellion left to me.
Undeterred by my glare, he leaned in to whisper right by my ear. Had I been too greedy hoping he wouldn't notice my weakness?
"Hey."
"Hiiik!..."
"You slept like a rock, but I didn't get a wink. Try selling a lie that makes sense."
The shiver from his breath in my ear wouldn't stop. I wanted to bolt, but my lower body was pinned, leaving me twitching in place.
"Ears... stop!... Nnghaah!..."
"How strong did you cast it that it lasted over seven hours? Did you have to go that far in someone else's house?"
"Hngh!?... Ahh haa!... No, really, stop!..."
His words barely registered anymore. I wasn't this weak to ear stuff normally. Like three days ago and this morning—it hit way harder with Baek Sion. Logically, just knee pressure and whispers shouldn't have me on the edge already... That chill gathered in my lower belly; I pushed at his chest with both hands, but it was feeble. Even at full strength, he probably wouldn't budge. Our power gap was hopelessly one-sided.
Despite my constant pleas to stop, he either ignored them or let them go in one ear and out the other. Instead of easing up, his knee started grinding back and forth. I'd always rubbed the outside during solo sessions, never insertion, so this familiar-yet-intense pleasure blanked my mind.
"Haagnh!?... That's really no... good!..."
I was already at my limit, pounding his chest like I was hitting it. Shouldn't that earn a break? Nope—Baek Sion's rotten personality shone through again.
"What's no good?"
He'd done this the first time too—playing dumb even knowing I was about to tip over. We were always at each other's throats like rivals, so admitting I was about to come from shame was impossible. But climaxing right here by the front door wasn't any less humiliating. Swallowing my pride, I practically begged.
"Hngh!... I'm really gonna come... haaa... just a sec!..."
Sticky defeat wrapped my overheated body even tighter, but buying time this way felt smart. Problem was,
"You came on your own earlier without asking, and now you want me to stop?"
"That's...!"
His flat tone hid real anger. Realizing he had zero intention of pausing, I thrashed wildly, flailing my arms—but he caught my wrist effortlessly with his right hand. His other hand slowly cupped my breast. Now I was truly helpless. Despair, pleasure, shame—all tangled, ready to burst at a touch. I shook my head desperately, eyes pleading, but he just brought his face to my ear again.
Moments later, a bizarre pleasure hit unlike anything before—soft, slick, probing deep into my ear.
"Hn!?..."
Realizing it was his tongue, ecstasy flooded from my chest and core. I couldn't hold back.
"Haaaahn♡!?... Ahh haa♡!?... Haaang!... Hnngh..."
The chill surged into my lower belly; I clenched instinctively to stop it, but it only amplified everything. Once you crest, there's no stopping. Control vanished—my hips bucked wildly on their own. But his knee pinned my lower body, his grip locked my wrist; I couldn't fall. My weakening legs pressed me harder against his knee, intensifying it.
"Haaa... haah!? Ahh haa!... Why!?..."
Finally calming my ragged breaths from that long climax, I realized the pleasure was surging again. He hadn't stopped—just overshadowed by the peak. Three days ago, he'd given breaks between my orgasms, but now? He had no plans to pause, climax or not. I'd never consecutive'd before, never even considered it. But now, for the first time, it felt inevitable. Post-orgasm sensitivity made this a whole new level.
"Haagn!?... Haaang!... I just came, whyyy!... Gonna come again!!... Nngh!... Really nooo!!..."
Pride be damned—I blurted everything. Fear of pleasure was a first. But nothing changed. The second hit faster, harder than the first, and he didn't let up—like he'd planned multiples from the start.
"Hnggrh!?... Haaaang♡!!... Ah!... Hn... ahh haa♡!?..."
They say overstimulation filters out, but nope... My brain overloaded with wave after insane wave, hips jerking, squirting unknown fluids with wet squish-squish sounds.
"Hn... haa... haht!..."
Time blurred, but the layered sensations clung stubbornly. At least he'd paused tormenting me—small mercy, though my wrist stayed pinned to the wall. Forcing deep breaths, I calmed enough for normal thought. Then a question hit.
...Why's he so good at this? From start to finish, I was totally helpless. Sure, I'm sensitive, extra so with him—but that didn't explain it fully. This was only his second time. His breast kneading was way smoother, and knee-grinding or ear-licking? Where'd he learn that? No hesitation, like he knew every weak spot.
...How the hell?